harry potter book of crimes

"...Isn't this impossible?"

"At least that's how it seems to me."

The next day was Sunday. Early in the morning, before dawn, Maka was helping in the potions preparation room behind Snape's office. They were busy chatting casually while busy with the work at hand.

The anti-eavesdropping measures here are very good, and there is no risk of being overheard while talking here - at least the possibility is very low.

To be honest, Maka was really confused when Hermione was selected as the fourth warrior yesterday. And his confusion continued to this day and he still hasn't figured out the answer.

What does Voldemort want to do? Does it make sense to him?

Maka weighed it in her mind and took this opportunity to ask Snape's opinion.

However, Snape's guess made Maka couldn't help but scratch her head.

"You mean - Voldemort wants to put Hermione in danger, or even face death, to test whether I have any ulterior motives?"

Maka frowned and asked in confusion: "But...why Hermione?"

Snape pouted, showing an expression that said, "Don't pretend to be confused because you understand." He held it in for a while, then simply continued busy with the work at hand and stopped continuing the topic.

"...Could it be that it's because I forcibly rescued Hermione from him?"

Maka thought about it for a moment, then shook her head speechlessly.

After a while, when things were done, Maka left Snape's office first, planning to go to the Great Hall to finish breakfast.

But right at the side entrance of the auditorium, he met Ron with a gloomy face.

"Oh... Good morning, Maka." Ron took the initiative to say hello, but he didn't look very happy.

"Well, good morning." Maka glanced at him and said, "What's wrong? Who are you angry with?"

"No, who can I be angry with?" Ron forced a smile, but his smile was uglier than crying.

Maka shrugged and said, "Is it because of Harry and Hermione?"

"No, how is that possible!" Ron couldn't help but argued, "They are all my good friends, and now they have become warriors. I am happy for them!"

"Yeah?"

"certainly!"

Ron said, his hands clenched into fists subconsciously, and finally he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I just... I just think that they shouldn't lie to me! That's obviously a problem!" He shouted loudly, "We are friends - the best friends! Aren't we?"

Maka nodded noncommittally and said calmly: "Of course it's wrong to deceive friends, but we can't be sure whether they deceived you or not."

"Even you said that..." Ron said angrily, "Okay! Someone must be framing them, someone must want their lives! This is really scary, there is a mysterious madman who confuses the goblet, and then gives it to

Give our school one more chance to win the championship!”

Ron finished speaking angrily, then ignored Maka, turned around and walked into the auditorium without looking back.

At this moment, another person came behind Maka.

"Um...Maka?"

He stopped again and turned around: "Oh, good morning, Hermione."

"Last night...thank you."

Behind Maka, Hermione, who had recovered from her confusion, thanked her quietly.

"Last night?" Maka pretended to be confused, "What are you talking about?"

"What?" Hermione asked strangely, "Last night you asked Cathead -"

Halfway through her words, she seemed to understand something from Maka's expression and immediately stopped.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm still a little confused at the moment...I just saw Ron...what happened to him?"

Maka shook her head slightly, and while walking inside, she told Hermione what Ron had just said...

At this moment, Harry had just woken up from an uneasy sleep.

He sat up and was in a daze on the bed. It took him a while to remember why he felt so sad and anxious. Then, everything about last night suddenly came to his mind.

He sat up and opened the curtains of his four-poster bed, wanting to talk to Ron again, intending to force Ron to believe him. But then he found that Ron's bed was empty, and he had obviously gone downstairs to have breakfast.

.

Harry got dressed and walked down the spiral staircase to the common room below.

As soon as he appeared, the classmates who had already had breakfast cheered enthusiastically again. He thought about entering the auditorium and facing the other Gryffindor classmates, and they all regarded him as a hero. Thinking of this, he felt a little nervous.

Frightened.

But if he didn't go to the auditorium, he had to stay here and let himself be pestered by his classmates in the lounge. So, he decisively walked to the hole behind the portrait, pushed it open, and crawled out.

When he arrived at the door of the auditorium, he happened to meet Hermione who was walking out.

"Hello," Hermione said, holding up a stack of bread wrapped in a napkin, "I've got some for you... Want to take a walk?"

"Good idea." Harry said gratefully.

They went downstairs and quickly passed through the foyer without even looking at the auditorium. Soon, they were striding on the lawn that extended toward the lake.

Durmstrang's large ship was moored on the lake, casting a dark reflection in the water.

It was a cold morning, and as they walked and munched bread, Harry and Hermione discussed the accident together.

"Of course I know you didn't sign up yourself," Hermione said after he finished telling what happened in the room next to the Great Hall, "Of course I didn't either!"

"Look at the look on your face when Dumbledore said our names! The question is, who put your name in? You know, Moody was right, Harry... I think,

No student except Maka can do this! We have all seen that it is not a very simple thing even for Maka to do it."

"Have you seen Ron?" Harry interrupted her.

Hermione hesitated.

"Well... I saw... he was having breakfast," she said.

"Does he still think we signed up for it ourselves?"

"Um...no, I don't think so...actually not," Hermione said unnaturally.

"'Actually not', what does that mean?"

"Oh, Harry, don't you understand this?" Hermione said helplessly, "He is jealous!"

"Jealous?" Harry asked in disbelief, "Jealous for what? Is he willing to make a fool of himself in front of the whole school?"

"Think about it," Hermione said patiently, "you know, all the time, it's either you or Maka who gets everyone's attention—"

Seeing Harry open his mouth angrily, she quickly added: "I know you are not pursuing this... But, how should I put it? You know, Ron has to compete with so many brothers at home, you

As his best friend, and so famous——"

"Every time someone sees you, he is left out in the cold. He suffers this silently and never says a word. And this time, there happens to be another me... Both of us have a share, only

He didn't, it's like we abandoned him." At this point, Hermione paused and said, "I think this time he can't bear it anymore..."

"Very good," Harry said bitterly, "That's great...I think I can trade with him at any time as long as he wants! When a person has people staring at his forehead stupidly wherever he goes,

people!"

"Yes, that's right." Hermione said simply, "You should use these words to talk to him. Only in this way can the problem be solved."

"I don't want to chase him around and try to teach him to mature!" said Harry. "When will he believe that I'm unhappy? Maybe when I break my neck, or -"

His voice was so loud that it frightened several owls in the nearby trees and flew up.

"That's not child's play," Hermione said softly, "that's definitely not child's play!"

She hesitated for a moment, then moved closer and said in a very small voice: "Harry, Maka secretly gave me three bottles of potion last night, and told me that-"

"I know, I received it too." Harry interrupted, "Just this morning, I saw a package beside the bed, and I knew it was from Maka."

"Really?" Hermione's expression stiffened for a moment, but she continued the next second, "Then you should have seen that Maka also thinks that this Triwizard Tournament will be very dangerous!"

"Harry, I've been thinking - you know what we should do, don't you?" she reminded softly.

"Yeah, give Ron a good kick -"

"It's a letter to your godfather!" Hermione said angrily, "You have to tell him what happened. Didn't he write before asking you to tell him everything that happened in Hogwarts?

? He seemed to have expected something like this to happen. I brought out some parchment and a quill——"

"Stop talking nonsense," said Harry.

He looked around and saw that no one could hear them, but there was no one in the place.

"You saw it last year - he was so impulsive. If I told him that someone asked me to sign up for the Triwizard Tournament, he would probably rush to the castle directly -"

"He wants you to tell him," Hermione said sternly. "Anyway, sooner or later he will know -"

"But--"

"Maka seems to have something very important to do this time - he even deliberately pretended not to contact us just now." Hermione said seriously, "Since he can't be with us, we have to do it ourselves.

We have already made plans... We can't always rely on Maka to help us."

"Okay, okay, I'll write to him," Harry said, throwing the last piece of bread into the lake.

The two stood there, watching the bread float on the lake for a while, and then a huge tentacle emerged from the water and grabbed it under the water.

Not long after they left, a tiny hummingbird flashed across the trees by the lake.